WAITING/PRAYING

The world comes down to this:
X vs. 1 1

Will we cross, touch, blend
or remain apart?

The shoelace of every shoe
pulled tight, held together

with the knot.
It takes more than thick stockings

to hold us up. We sit. We
rest. We wait

across the parallel lines
of the years. We count

all the lies we have revealed.
All we have covered up.